Rip out my insides, show me as I am (Shut the fuck up, you motherfucking bastard) Kill the lights off, tepid lives Front cerebrum, split by the dotted line When I grow up, my dreams will dine In dinner scenes where the fine print dies Doling out Maps for your ride Don't let out Don't blur their eyes Who has time to spend Unconvinced that we're all gonna die? Begs the difference A question tells Let me out From the in (six, six, six) Break me down (six, six, six) Original sin (six, six, six) Come in, come in, go